Seeing Hao Tianzong ride away on a flying horse, Qingzhou immediately turned around and threw himself into the interior of the huge planet. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The planet is the residence of the Qingzhu Dojo, in addition to the immortal cultivators, there are also a large number of mortals living there, and the various industries in the planet are all for the immortal cultivators.

The hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, although the Qingzhu Dojo has been decaying for a long time, but the heritage passed down from generation to generation is still there, and the only remaining planet has been operated for a long time and belongs to the base camp of the Qingzhu Dojo.

Qingzhou landed in the largest city, and saw that the Venerable Master came and went, the Qi refining monks ran the streets to do chores, the Zhuji monks received and saw off guests, the Jindan monks opened shops as shopkeepers, the Yuanying monks could be seen everywhere, and although there were not many Avatar monks, they could also be seen often.

"This kind of weather is the scene of the world of cultivating immortals. ”

Qing Zhou sighed, the internal laws of the small world are distorted, and it is impossible to give birth to powerful immortal cultivators, where the realm of transforming gods will come to an end, and only in the great world of cultivating immortals can they continue to be promoted.

Thinking of this, Qing Zhou's heart suddenly became arrogant, one day he would complete the avenue inside the small world, upgrade it to a complete world, and let the monks inside have the opportunity to promote to the path and even the Mahayana tribulation.

"May I ask Daoyou, I want to worship in the Qingzhu Dojo, which door do I need to worship?"

Qing Zhou walked up to a god-transforming monk and slightly revealed the power of the spirit god.

The Avatar Monk is an old man holding a flower pot, a seemingly inconspicuous old gardener, who was slightly shocked when he saw Qingzhou, and found that the other party was also a Avatar Monk, and immediately replied.

"You are so old, why can't you think about it, and you want to worship in the Qingzhu Dojo?"

Qingzhou couldn't cry or laugh, from this sentence, he could see how unbearable Qingzhu Dojo was, and it was so despised by outsiders.

"Do you want to ask for advice?"

The old man nodded and pointed to the southeast, "That is the entrance to the Qingzhu Dojo, you go there and ask, there should be results." ”

Qingzhou immediately flew to the southeast, and saw along the way that immortal cultivators from different realms could actually walk on the same street, and there was no arrogant phenomenon at all.

The further you go, the more remote the street becomes, and gradually, the bluestone streets under your feet disappear and are replaced by dirt, and the surrounding houses are gone, and Ilha Verde has left the city and entered the suburbs.

Vast expanses of verdant greenery floated on the horizon, and Qingzhou saw clumps of green bamboos, which had grown for an unknown amount of time, and even the soil was submerged, and the dragon-like taproot emerged from the ground, tangled and knotted with each other.

These green bamboos are connected in pieces, as if they are layers of walls, and not even a trace of wind can blow into them.

Qingzhou walked to the barrier formed by the green bamboo, looking for the old time, but after all, he couldn't find a way to get in, and immediately shouted loudly.

"Is there anyone, in the Lower Ilha Verde, I want to worship the Qingzhu Dojo. ”

Qingzhou said it three times in a row, and the sound echoed in the green bamboo bushes, and it was absorbed by the heavy bamboo leaves after a short time, and it was heard again.

"What, someone is apprenticed? Senior brother, did you hear that?"

"Senior sister, you heard me right, I heard it too. ”

The green bamboo bush squirmed, and out of two people, one tall and one short, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, holding a fat little boy, about seven or eight years old, the two walked over, and looked at Qingzhou curiously.

"You're here to apprentice?" asked the little boy angrily.

Ilha nodded.

The little boy was excited, "Do you know that our Qingzhu Dojo accepts disciples very strictly, and the minimum is also the Yuanying realm, no, the god realm." ”

Qing Zhou looked at the little boy suspiciously, and then turned his gaze to the girl on the side, and a smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth.

"May I ask if the two of you are disciples of the Qingzhu Dojo?"

"Of course. The little boy nodded heavily, pointing to the girl next to him, "I am the seventh disciple of the master, and the senior sister is the master's beloved daughter." ”

"Oh, it turned out to be a master disciple of the dojo, but why are both of them only in the Yuanying realm?"

Qingzhou has long seen that the girl and the little boy are both in the Yuanying realm, and if the disciples of the Qingzhu Dojo are all at this level, it means that they have been in decline for too long.

"What's this?" the little boy scratched his head in anguish, unable to think of an answer.

"Xiao Qi, you step back first. ”

The girl stepped forward, bowed lightly to Qingzhou, and then said generously, "Daoist friends are here to apprentice, please come with me." ”

"I'm tired. "Ilha Verde followed.

The girl took the little boy all the way, surrounded by dense bamboo forests, these green bamboos do not know how many years to grow, the inside contains a deep aura, can resist the sword slash, even if it is burned with fire, flooded with water, green bamboo can also release aura, extinguish the water and fire.

Qingzhu Dojo planted this bamboo sea, the intention is obvious, is to be used as a barrier to block foreign enemies, although Qingzhou has not been able to get a full picture, but it can be inferred that the growth and distribution of these green bamboos must be arranged according to certain formations, the defensive power to the extreme.

Along the way, Qingzhou talked to the two and learned that the girl's name was Su Yucha, who was the beloved daughter of Su Wumian, the owner of the dojo, and the little boy was Su Wumian's seventh disciple, Dafuxing.

Su Yucha has a demure personality and walks quietly along the way, only answering a few words when Qingzhou asks, but Da Fuxing is chattering, constantly chattering, overshadowing the calls of a hundred birds in the bamboo forest.

"This brother, it's right for you to come to our Qingzhu Dojo, those various dojos outside are all nouveau riche, how can they compare to my Qingzhu Dojo that has lasted for hundreds of millions of years, and has not faded for a long time, do you know that in this world, the most limelight is often not the strongest, to be low-key, low-key, do you know? ”

Qing Zhou nodded with a smile, but did not say a word.

After walking for more than half a day, the green bamboo bushes slowly thinned, and Su Yucha took Qingzhou to an elegant bamboo house and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

The door opened, and a middle-aged scribe was sitting inside, looking down at the oil lamp and reading, Su Yucha brought people in, and he immediately raised his head.

"Father, this Qingzhou Taoist friend, came to apprentice and wanted to join our Qingzhu Dojo. Su Yucha explained the situation succinctly.

The middle-aged scribe was none other than the master of the dojo, Su Wumian, who stood up, put the book in his hand behind him, and walked in front of Qing Zhou.

"Come with me!"

Su Wumian took Qingzhou out of the bamboo house, and Da Fuxing was eager to keep up, but was grabbed by Su Yucha and did not allow him to disturb him.

Walking to a meadow, there is no green bamboo around, and the occasional breeze blows, rolling up layers of green waves.

"Qingzhou, do you know the significance of this place to Qingzhu Dojo?" Su Wumian looked straight ahead and said in a leisurely tone.

"I don't know. Qingzhou shook her head.

Su Wumian pointed to the ground, the green grass was like a tree, stretching the green grass blades in the breeze, full of thriving vitality.

"Whenever a spy wants to sneak into the dojo, and after I find out and kill them, they will bury them in the ground here, and the grass on the ground will grow very luxuriantly. ”

Qingzhou heard the murderous intent in the other party's words, and the implication was that if Qingzhou was also a spy sent by other forces, the bottom of the green grass would be his burial place.

"The owner is doing a good job, how can he deter the young people with ulterior motives if he doesn't use hot hands?" )